Chapter Fourteen
Walking up Max Burton’s office stairs again, Caroline couldn’t imagine what would lie beyond, what pleasures and what pain he would have in mind? Why would it be so difficult for her, anymore than the last two months had been? Max was a mystery to her, at once so sweet and then again so nastily severe and chilling; he revolved around a complex essence, which was difficult for her to understand. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was Max himself who would be difficult for her. But it didn’t matter in her mind; she was willing for whatever was waiting. Having him was everything. Being for him, exactly what he wanted, was everything she wanted. Giving him pleasure, she ignited her own. In some mysterious way, she belonged to him for he was the centerpiece of her most secret fantasy
